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n/BY JOHN BAKER' JUL 29 1887' ;

TROY, N. Y.:CHARLES W. HARRIS, 351 BROADWAY. /f1887. ^


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Copyrighted, 1887, by C. W. Harris.

Sio^vell Printing House, 5 Cannon Place, Troy, N. V.


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^TiiE Victnrian JubilGG^

^T, TAIL ! Hail ! all hail, Victoria !(ol JL Queen of the British realm !Hail to the hand that fifty yearsSo well hath held the helm !

Hail, royal brow, that fifty yearsHath worn earth's brightest crown !

Hail, royal mother, good and true !Hail to thy bright renown !

Sing Jubilee ! Smg Jubilee !From Britain, round and round.

Let lines of length and latitudeBe vocal with the sound.


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Sing Jubilee ! 'Tis fifty yearsAnd every year an age,Brighter by far than any grav'dOn earth's historic page.

"I'is fifty years, Britannia,Since first thy loyal heartEspoused its Queen, with bond and vow.Which naught but death shall part.

Fond memory spreads a bounteous feast,With all that life endears ;

A banquet mete to celebrate'I'iiis half a hundred years.

Ring, merry bells of Britain, ringYour happiest roundelays ;

Peals that shall tell again the joysOf thousand yesterdays.

Sound ! trumpets, viols, clarions, sound !Ye mighty guns, give voice !

The world's our guest ; now to the feast.And let each heart rejoice.


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tO \ ^Fill up a bumper ! Three times three !Shout ! till the welkin ring,For Britain's QueenThen Britain, andThe Jubilee we sing.

Here, Merry England, here's to thee !Now count thy mercies o'er.Here, Bonny Scotland, here's to thee !Thou'rt loyal to the core.

Here, Ireland, dash away thy tearsAnd join the jubilee ;

Here's to thee ! and thou shalt challenge allWho doubt thy loyalty.

See white-robed Peace and and gory WarClick glasses at the board ;

See Industry and Art strike handsAbove their well-earned hoard.

See Invention, whose myriad worksAdd lux'ry to the feast ;

Earth's millions now "run to and fro.And knowledge is increased."

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A \ ^Behold the progress in the ArtsThese fifty years display !

From tallow dip, with rush-light flame,To light that rivals day.

From old stage coach, and carrier's van,Up to the palace car ;From flint and steel, and tinder-box.Up to the lucifer.

From postman here, fresh horses there.And echoing bugle horns,

To Rowland Hill and penny-post,With Fawcett's wondrous forms.The seas are span'd, and messagesOf joy or misery,

Fly like the bolt that cleaves the skyFrom Jove's great archery.

Yea ! the fierce lightning wears its chain.And learns to do man's will.

And bear him luxuries once undreamedNow needful to his fill.

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Behold the burnished lines of steelThat traverse earth's broad face !

Old England's wooden-walls are gone,And steel-clads take their place.

Mo longer serfdom, in disguise,Owns lords' or barons' tread

Each man of worth is enfranchised,And each lifts up his head ;

The hovel of the former years(lives place to cottage neat

The Jew, so many an age proscribed,lu parliament finds a seat.

Discovery, with eager eye,Patrols creation's bound,

And challenges each errant star.Or times the planets' round.

Mark him who pierces nature's heart.And grasps the secrets there ;

Reading the strata far beneathThe vesture she doth wear.

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6^See, from their graves of thousand years,Old Troy and Pompeii

Rise up and yield their treasures vast,To grace our jubilee.

Sound the loud trumpet ! give it breath !A king ! a king appears !Though clad in cerements, and deadAlmost four thousand years.

Lo ! (ireat Sesostris ! Egypt's Lord !From his unquiet tomb

Comes forth and stands in open day,Ere the great day of doom.All Hail ! All Hail ! Great Rameses !Thou great substantial shade !

Thuu com'st uhbidden to our feast,Still, room for thee is made.

But tell us first,^was't thou,' whose handSo heavily was laid

On Israel's sons, when in thy landSuch mighty works were made ?

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f4 [ ^Was't thou, who doomed the infant boysOf Jacob's enslaved race ?

^Vhoi^e daughter found the tiny arkHid in the reedy place ?

Was't thou, before whom Moses stoodAnd wrought such wonders there ?

Whose first born fell beneath the swordThe d'stroying angel bare ?

Speak out ! Was't thou, or son of thine,O'er whom sweet Miriam sang,

"The Lord hath triumphed gloriously,"While her loud timbrel rang ?

And maidens caught the joyful strain," He hath triumphed gloriously,

" The chariot, horse and rider, He" Hath whelmed in the sea."

IVas't ihou, O Pharaoh ! type of pride ?Thy glory is brought low !

Wast thou, who Israel's God defied ?Tnou'rt puppet in a show !


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0\Strike I cymbals, strike ! the scene is changed,The banquet is resumed,

And India greets her Empress toThe music now attuned.

O Lands of Orientwonder landsWhat wonders have been wrought

Within your bounds these fifty years !With what a treasure bought !

Burmah, thou youngest of the trainTo grace our jubilee,

Do'st thou remember Judson, andThe life he gave to thee ?O fields of missions, fields of war,

Fields of great industryWelcome ! thrice welcome, one and all,To our great jubilee.

The jubilean kaleidoscopeMoves on its mighty round ;

Its centrejubilee, its raysReach earth's remotest bound ;


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rO I ^OAnd from the far AntipodesCome greetings on the breeze,

For Australasian loyaltySpans the great tropic seas.

Victoria and her sister bandOf colonies so fair,

Bow to the sceptre which their Queen,Victoria, doth bear.

And loyal hearts, and happy homes,And prosperous marts are theirs ;

Young, strong and vigorous are they,Burn in these fifty years.

And Canada's dominion fair.With Newfoundland in suit.

All have a wealth of loyalty,With liberty to boot.

Oh Empire vast ! how grand art thou !Stretching thine arms afar !

How bountiful thou art in Peace !How terrible in War !

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' ^IHow like the lions on thy shield,

All couchant, three and three,Or Scotia'srampantlike her sons

Before the enemy.

Oh Queen, with such a glorious realm !Oh realm, with such a Queen !

Each reigning in the heart of each,With naught to intervene.

O happy Queen ! thy realm's thy crown.More blight than gems or gold !

O happy realm ! thy Queen's pure lifeIs joy to thee untold.

Sing Jubilee ! sing Jubilee !From Britain round and round !

Let lines of length and latitudeBe vocal with the sound.

List ! list ! a solemn strain is heard !Its stately, measured tread

Tells the "Dead March," and calls each heartTo' remembrance of the dead.


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rO ~ 6nThe Worthy Dead ! the Mighty DeadOf ihis half century !

Where is the chronicle could holdE'en half the memory?

Their names are graven on the stars,On fields of blood and peace,On ragged schools, on hospitalsWhere does their record cease ?

Rise, every guestin silence rise,And bare and bow each head ;

In solemn silence fill, and drinkIn honor of the dead.

Droop the rich banner ! shroud the scene !Boom ! boom ! the distant guns,

And the sad memory, ever green,Moves on with mufified drums.

Let others mourn the "good old times,"And talk of "good Queen Bess ;"

I sing the good Victorian age,And count all others less.

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X> Z 6^14Hail ! Hail ! ! Hail ! ! ! Hail the Jubilee ! ! ! !Hail to the banner bright !All hail, Great Britain ! hail to thee !Thou art a goodly sight.

Hail, Union Jack ! thou saucy flag !Hail to thy jubilee !

The wide, wide world salutes to-day,And doffs its hat to thee !

Lansingbtirgh, -V. F., U. S. A.,June 21, iSS-j.

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(1887) The Victorian Jubilee